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"Is that you pretty boy? Huh? Get outta my fucking car!" Shouted Vince, staring to take careful steps over, still temporarily blinded by the light. As he gets closer, a searing pain begins slicing in his forearm. Vince pulls back, cradling his arm. He yells out in agony as he realized that he had been stabbed. "The fuck!?"
Ghostface starts to forced their way to Vince attempting for another slice until Vince moved, making them cut the air as he ran for the stairs of the building. "Shit!" Vince yelled as he saw a reflection as the killer raised their knife.
Vince moved again, the knife lodged into the door buying some time to run back down the stairs and moved toward the front ditching his car but Ghostface grabbed the fabric of his flannel, yanking him toward them until Vince head butted them knocking them off balance which gave him time. He grabbed his keys and rushed towards the driver's side, pulling open the door until Ghostface was able to force their way to Vince, stabbing him in the side, Vince let out a brutal yell.
He had been pushed against his car before groaning at the fact that he's been stabbed and this wasn't a joke. Vince shakily tries to reach for his phone in his pocket until suddenly, he was pushed over onto the concrete, and felt searing pain in his shoulder.
His phone had been cracked as he laid on the concrete, blood profusely flowing from his back and side
Ghostface was able tower above Vince, stabbing him in the back again and flipping him over and stabbing him in the upper stomach as he yelled. Vince cried out for help hoping that someone would save him.
"Help!" Vince yelled, his voice cracking with fear. He was hoping one of the stupid bartenders were listening and calling the police.
"N-no no no wait! FUCK! Wait!" Vince yelled for them to stop but they brought the knife down and all you could hear was Vince screaming as he was stabbed a few more times until he was bleeding profusely until everything went dark at one point.
Dark lashes flutter and open slowly to reveal the flickering lamppost light that's flickered on, illuminating from above. The sound of footsteps makes his body tense.
"He's alive."
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Vince's eyes flickered open. The bright lights in front of his face caused him to squint and try to block it. His broken arm shields his eyes, instinctively groaning in pain. He quickly drops it to his side. His vision blurred as he looked around the bright hospital room. The last thing he remembered was that mask standing over him. Now he's alone in a hospital. His dark eyes shifted to the night stand wherever he grabs his busted phone and tries to text his mother. Eventually his grip on the phone loosened and drops to his lap. His exhausted body was already begging for sleep despite the amount of rest he's already had.
The nurse had walked in to check Vince's vitals. "You're going to be okay, Mr. Schneider." The woman spoke in a calm voice.
Vince wanted to ask. "Is my mother coming?"
The nurse seemed to sense his demeanor. "Leslie isn't here, nobody's came to visit you today,"
Vince had been exhausted simply from the pain. He fell asleep, brows furrowed and evening out repeatedly while his eyes flittered under the lids with their rapid movements. The beeping from his heart rate monitor speeding up and slowing down again as his heart rate reacted to whatever was happening in his dreams.
Nightmares, more like.
He was trembling, flinching and turning his head to the side, grunting, brows knitting as his eyes began to flutter open. His dark eyes darting, body tense.
He jolts up, breathing heavily after his nightmare until a nurse came in to check up on him but that was it.
Nobody came.
Not even his mother.
Nobody.
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